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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.