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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.