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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.