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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.
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.