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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.