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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.