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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.