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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.