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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.