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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
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.