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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.