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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.