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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.