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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Little Man,
Brick,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.