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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Litter,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.