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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.