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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.