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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Can,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.