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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.