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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.