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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.