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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.