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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.