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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.