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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.