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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.