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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
10cc,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.