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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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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.