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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.