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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.