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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.