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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.