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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.