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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.