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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Evens,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.