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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Monks,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.