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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.