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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.