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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.