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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.