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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Ituana,
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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.
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