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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.