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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
MC5,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.