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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
UT,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.