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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.