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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.