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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.