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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
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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.