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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.