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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.