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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.