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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.