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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.