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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.