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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.