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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
JFA,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.