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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Birthday Party 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.