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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.