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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.