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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.