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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.