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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Index,
Darondo,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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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.