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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.