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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.