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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.