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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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?
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Wire,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.