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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.