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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cameo 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.