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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.