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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.