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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.