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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Can,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.