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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Index,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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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.
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.