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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.