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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.