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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Roxette,
10cc,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.