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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.