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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
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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.