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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.