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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
China Crisis,
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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.