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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.