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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.