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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.