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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.