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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.