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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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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.
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