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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.