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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.