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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.