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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.