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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.