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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.