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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.