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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Kas Product,
UT,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.