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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.