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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.