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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.