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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.