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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Q65,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.