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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Television,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.