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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.