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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.