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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 ABC to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
UT,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
AZ,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.