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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.