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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.