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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Franke,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.