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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.