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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.