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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
UT,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.