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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.