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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.