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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.