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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.