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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.