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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
the Association,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.