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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.