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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
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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.