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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.