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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
New Order,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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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.
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.