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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.