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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.