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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.