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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
UT,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.