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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Japan,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.