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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.