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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.