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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.