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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.