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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
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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.