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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.