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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.