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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Pole,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.