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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
UT,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.