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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.
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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.