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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
X-102,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.