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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.