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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Darondo,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.