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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.