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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.