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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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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.