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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Q65,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.