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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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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.
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.