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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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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.