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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.