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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.