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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.