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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Q65,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.