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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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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.
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.