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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.