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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.