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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.