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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Can,
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You don't know what you really want.