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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.