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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.