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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.