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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.