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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
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.