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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.