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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.