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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.