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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.