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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.