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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.