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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.