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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
New Order,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Pole,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.