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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.