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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.