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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Can,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.