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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.