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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Ten City,
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.
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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.