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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
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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.