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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Index,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Smog,
X-101,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.