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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.