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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.