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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Index,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.