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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.