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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.