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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.