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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
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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.