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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
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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.