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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.