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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
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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.