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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.