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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.