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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.