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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.