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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.