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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.