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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.