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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.