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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.