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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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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.