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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
X-101,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.