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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Japan,
AZ,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.