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 Germany and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.