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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
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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.