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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.