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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.