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 France and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Index,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.