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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
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.