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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Index,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.