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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Index,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.