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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.