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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.