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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.