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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
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Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.
You don't know what you really want.