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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
the Sonics,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.