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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.