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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.