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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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?
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.