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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.