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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Names,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.