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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.