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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
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.
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.