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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.