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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.