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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.