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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.