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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.