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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.