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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
John Holt,
EPMD,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.