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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Scion 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.