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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Wake to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
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,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.