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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.