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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
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David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.