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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.