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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.