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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.