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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Index,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.