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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.