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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.