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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.