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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.