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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.
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.