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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.