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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.