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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.