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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
the Association,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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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.
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.