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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.