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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.