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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.