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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.