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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.