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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.