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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Can,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Flipper,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.