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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.