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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.