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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
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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.