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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.