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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
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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.