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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
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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.