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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.