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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.