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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.