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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.