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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.