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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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?
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
The Cure,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.