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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.