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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.