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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
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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.