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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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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.