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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
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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.
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.