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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.