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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.