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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.