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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.