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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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