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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.