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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.