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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
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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.