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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
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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.
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.