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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.