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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.