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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.