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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.