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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.