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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.