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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.