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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.