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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Index,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.