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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.