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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
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