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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.