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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.