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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.