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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.