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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.