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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Wire,
X-101,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.