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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.