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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.