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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.