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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.