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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Fear,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.