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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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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.