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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
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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.