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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.