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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
June Days,
Chrome,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.