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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Neu!,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.