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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.