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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.