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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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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.