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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.