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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.