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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.