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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.