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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.