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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.