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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.