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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.