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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Crime,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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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.