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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.