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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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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.