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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.