Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.