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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
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.