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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Human League 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
UT,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.