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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
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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.