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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.