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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Nas,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.