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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Swans,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.