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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Mars,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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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.