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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.