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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.