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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.