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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.