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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.