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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.