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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.