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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.