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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 CMW to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Motorama,
Excepter,
June Days,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.