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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.