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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.