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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.