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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.