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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.