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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.