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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.