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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.