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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Swans,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.