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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.