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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
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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.