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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.