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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Q65,
The Remains,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.