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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.