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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.