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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.