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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Index,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.