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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.