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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
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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.