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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
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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.