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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.