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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.