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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Index,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.