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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.