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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a güiro 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?
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.