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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.