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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.