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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.