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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
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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.