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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.