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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.