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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.