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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.