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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Television,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.