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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.