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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.