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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.