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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.