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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.