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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.