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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Pole,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.