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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.