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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.