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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.