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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.