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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.