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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.