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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.