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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.