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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
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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.
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.