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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.