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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
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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.