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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.