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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.