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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.