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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.