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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
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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.