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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.