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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Technova,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.