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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.