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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 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?
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.