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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.