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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.