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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.