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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.