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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.