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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
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.
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.