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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.