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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.