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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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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.