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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.