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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
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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.