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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Index,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.