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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.