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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.