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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.