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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.