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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.