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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.