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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.