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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
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.