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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.