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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
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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.