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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.