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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.