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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.