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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.