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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.