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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.