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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.