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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.