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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.