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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
the Association,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.