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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.