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 Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
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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.