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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.