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 Albania and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.