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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
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You don't know what you really want.