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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.