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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Visage,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.