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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.