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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Standells,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.