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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.