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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Index,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.