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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
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Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.