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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.