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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.