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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
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Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.