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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.