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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
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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.