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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Brick,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.