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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.