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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.