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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.