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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.