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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
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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.
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.