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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.