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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.