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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.