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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.