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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.