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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith 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 grunge 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.