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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.