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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.