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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
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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.