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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.