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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.