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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
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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.