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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Fear,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.