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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.