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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.