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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.