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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.