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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Technova,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.