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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Wings,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.