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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.