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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Monolake,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.