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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Little Man,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.