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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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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.