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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.