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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.