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 Chad 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.