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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.