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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
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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.