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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.