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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.