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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
UT,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.