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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
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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.