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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.