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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Move to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.