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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.