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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.