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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.