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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.