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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Technova,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.