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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.