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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.