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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.