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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.