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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.