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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
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You don't know what you really want.
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