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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.