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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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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.