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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.