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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Visage,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.