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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.