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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Q65,
Chrome,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
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.