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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.