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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.