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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.