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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
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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.