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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.
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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.