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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.