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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.