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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.