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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.