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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.