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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
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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.