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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.