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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.
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.