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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.