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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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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.